August 14th, 2005

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I got my boots today. Some knee high, all black, come muck me boots. Hot!

I can not believe how hard it was to find some good old fashioned rubber boots. I ended up having to drive clear out to Newberg to hit a farm supply store.

I also got a nice headlamp, so the "lights on, but nobody's home" jokes should start flowing freely.

I still need to find a hat. I need a wide brimmed hat with lots of ventilation. I figured G.I.Joes would have something, given their wide selection of fishing supplies, but no such luck. The hunt continues. One restriction to add to the difficulty, I don't want camo. I really do not want to go into the wild back country of some foreign land with an active militant upraising looking like I might have anything to do with any military. I just want ot look like a harmless tourist. No camo. That, and if I wear the hat back home, I don't want to look like I'm dressed up to play golf with Larry The Cable Guy.
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I went to a friend of the family's 35th wedding anniversary. They had it at the grooms brothers house, and OMG!!! This place was amazing. ATV riding, horse back riding, a half acre size pond to swin in. A swimming pool to swim in (the pond was more fun as it had fish). A hot tub. several acres of feilds and forest to explore. And lots of cool people to enjoy it with. It was a good day. :-)
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I don't know how profesional artists do it. To pour yourself into something, and then turn around and sell it, never to look at it again. When I've had the very rare person offer to buy the rights to a picture of mine I just go into a cold sweat at the idea of not owning something I made. I have the soul of a mother hen, not an artist.